Masked woman kickboxing in a gym

She walks up to the heavy bag in a black face mask, crop top clinging, track pants hugging her hips. Every kick snaps the hem up and flashes that tight little midriff, abs popping as her shin cracks the leather. She bounces on her toes, ponytail wild, fists up, punching like the bag owes her something. Sweat beads on her stomach as the crop rides higher and she chambers another roundhouse. She winces—that kick stung—then grins behind the mask and goes again. Solo, breathless, all bounce and heat. One masked brunette working herself flushed in a gym, sportswear stretched over every punch, every kick, and that teasing strip of skin between top and waistband.